I was in bed by 9:40 last night. Obviously, this is what I need to do every night. This morning was the first in several that I awakened feeling ready to get out of bed, or indeed, that it was even a reasonable possibility.

Classes sucked this week. I presented an excerpt from a story on Tuesday night in my Voice in Modern Fiction class. The experience left me feeling wretched. Last night in Poetry Workshop wasn't much better. Everyone was pretty unimpressed by the poem I submitted the week before... as welll they should have been.

What a disappointing couple of days.